June 15, 1950

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Articles

SAINT JOHN: CITY OF FIRSTS

A SALMON carved from wood and encased in a skin of 18-karat gold swims at the tip of the tallest church spire in Saint John. This weather vane revolves against a seaport background of ships, wharves, cargo sheds and grain elevators. As it turns in the wind its gleaming snout points from the knoll where the Micmacs greeted Champlain, from Market Slip where 10,000 refugee United Empire Loyalists disembarked from their transport, vessels, to Partridge Island where the first steam foghorn in the world trumpeted a warning at mariners. By IAN SCLANDERS20 min

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Who Would Want To Live on the Prairies?

HAVE you ever traveled through a prairie town and wondered how anyone could live in such a place? Have you blessed the railways for a Pullman across Saskatchewan and an observation car in the Rockies? Or asked why ex-westerners get a faraway look when someone mentions the wind on the wheat? By MARJORIE WILKINS CAMPBELL17 min

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THE SOUTHAMS

A FTER FOUR generations the golden thread of the Southam family, Canada’s ranking newspaper dynasty, glitters brightly in the warp and woof of Canadian life. Four hundred thousand Canadian families in seven major cities buy Southam newspapers daily. By PIERRE BERTON17 min

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FRUSTRATION IS GOOD FOR KIDS

Childhood inhibitions get little sympathy in Dr. W. E. Blatz’ unique school for infants. Its founder believes children can be happy but civilized without benefit of spankings, bawlings-out or even Freud By JUNE CALLWOOD16 min

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THEY’RE KILLING OUR DEMOCRACY

FOR THE last quarter of a century sculptors have been hacking the stone of the Ottawa Parliament Buildings into the approximate shape of human faces. Their latest work is an assembly of Canadian journalists whose portraits no one can recognize. By WHO ARE?, BRUCE HUTCHISON16 min

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THE TRAGEDY OF THE BLUENOSE

For 25 years she queened the Banks. Yanks challenged her in vain. A proud nation put her on its coins. She wore the King’s sails. Then, in 1946, a humble tramp, she died on a far shore. Lunenburg mourns as if it were yesterday By CHARLES RAWLINGS16 min

Fiction

The Boy Who Predicted Earthquakes

NATURALLY, you’re sceptical,” Wellman said. He poured water from a carafe, put a pill on his tongue, washed the pill down. “Naturally, understandably. I don’t blame you, wouldn’t dream of blaming you. A good many of us here at the studio had your attitude, I’m afraid, when we started programing this boy Herbert. By MARGARET ST. CLAIR15 min

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But I Like to Fight With My Wife

Staying happy though married presented no problems to the Allens while they fought and made up. But a marriage counselor almost wrecked their bliss By ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN11 min

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